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Angela cautiously entered the room that her best friend was in. She kept her eyes on the floor, not wanting to see how bad she really was. Despite not looking at her friend, she could hear the steady beeping of the heart monitor, and the constant buzzing of the other machines she was hooked up to. Taking a deep breath, she slowly raised her eyes to look at the woman lying motionless on the hospital bed.

Angela could not help but gasp at the sight that was before her. Her strong, independent best friend was laying in a hospital bed being kept alive only by the numerous machines she was hooked up to.

Her body was covered in many noticeable bruises, and there were a few noticeable scars on her face. The worst one was a deep gash located on her forehead. It was obvious that she was in a lot of pain, and Angela could not help but think how anyone could survive this.

Angela was aware that Brennan's cuts and bruises were the least of the worries surrounding her condition. She faintly remembered hearing talk about internal bleeding, collapsed lungs, broken ribs, and the most terrifying, brain damage.

Despite the fact that Booth had assured her that this accident was not her fault, Angela could not help but feel at blame for the condition her friend was in. It was her fault. If she hadn't said those hurtful things to her, chances are they would be in the lab where they belonged, not the hospital, and Bren would not be fighting to live before her eyes. Yes, Booth had told her that it was not her fault, but she knew that was a lie. She knew that he really did think that she was the cause of Brennan's accident; his initial response proved that much. From her previous experiences, Angela learned that a person's first reaction is how they really feel about a subject; for they don't have any time to think, just react. Booth's first reaction said it all; he blamed her for the accident. Rightfully so; she even blames herself.

By this time, tears were cascading down Angela's cheeks from the sight of seeing Brennan so helpless. She walked over to the bed and sat down in an uncomfortable chair.

She gently grasped Brennan's hand in her own and flinched at how limp it felt. This was not her best friend. Her best friend was full of life and energy. Her best friend should not be in this hospital room right now, she should be back at the Jeffersonian identifying a limbo skeleton, or examining the latest murder victim, or interrogating a suspect with Booth. She should not be dying right before her eyes.

Grasping tightly to Brennan's hand, Angela softly said with a voice full of tears, "I'm so sorry sweetie. Please be ok. You don't have to forgive me; you don't ever have to talk to me again, just please do not die on me. Everyone needs you; Booth needs you! You are stronger than this, you can do this. Please!

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Soon after getting off the phone with the police department, Cam came walking out of Brennan's room. She was able to convince Angela to go see her, and was now sitting in the chair next to Booth holding his hand tightly.

Nothing much was said. She understood that he was grieving and needed time. She grasped his hand and squeezed it, letting him know that no matter what happened, they would all get through this together.

Before long, Hodgins and Wendell approached them carrying a few cups of coffee. They offered a cup to each of them, who both took one. Cam began eagerly drinking hers, hoping for the caffeine to take away some of the stress; Booth however, did not touch his. He just kept staring at the cup in his hands with a blank look in his eyes.

The other three people in the room looked at each other with a knowing look in their eyes. This man would die, figuratively, if Dr. Brennan was to die. She meant the world to him. All they could do now was pray for the best.

After some time of silence, Booth spoke quietly, in a weak voice, "I know what happened."

All the eyes in the room moved to his. "are you going to tell us?" Cam finally asked when Booth took no initiative to say anything else.

Booth nodded. "Her car was hit by a driver who was driving under the influence of both drugs and alcohol."

Everyone's eyes widened in shock. That was definitely not what they were expecting.

"You know what makes it worse," Booth said in a loud voice, shocking the others. "He walked away without a scratch! Bones might die and she did nothing, and this bastard is going to live! How could God do something like that?"

More snow. No school. Hopefully I will not have to make all these days up due to the fact that our graduation date is already set and we can't go a week before that date. Anyways, the fact is I had time to update today. I am hoping to also do another update on my other story tonight; but who knows, if I get enough reviews, I might feel the need to write more for this story as well tonight! God knows, I'm not going anywhere tonight!